The Pancakes: Fake Bossa Nova

sometimes I pretend to be asleep
when I think of all the times we weep
I hide under books and dust and leaves
reading all the letters that you keep

under the shower
counting the flowers
no one sees my tears
I feel as if I were a bee

I don't have the power
not to feel sour after all these years
could you show me how to be a happy bee

I remember when you're still my friend
you're so gentle like a country man
so your golden coat fell off one day
I should have stayed to help you hold the clay